[revising] psycho | yoonmin → BOOK 1

三 | 虚幻 unreal。

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MIN YOONGI

Think about it.

What was there to think about? Was he supposed to just think about how crazy he is? Was he crazy? He didn't want to except it but the more he waited in that empty room, the more he just laid there he couldn't help but just do that. He thought about it.

The military dude didn't make much sense, that could be a person it looked like a person, just a plain old person from the army. He only saw him twice so far, maybe that man thought he knew him? No. That wouldn't explain how the man suddenly was outside by the school gates looking directly at him, right in the eyes. How could he have known what class he was in and that he sat by a window?

But then the half burned and melted guy didn't make any sense what s ever. Nothing could explain why he saw something so horrible, something for terrifying yet no one else saw him in the room with him. He could smell him, hear him in his head and see him mere feet away from where he was.

Suddenly the locks on the door rattled and the door was jarred open. Dr. Kang walked back into the white room, a clipboard in his hands now and his mother no where to be seen.

"I'm just going to ask you a few questions." His face twisted into a smile,"Will you sit up for me?"

Yoongi eyed him for a second, watching his every move before he obeyed and slowly rose up from the firm bed,"What questions?" He asked.

"Just tell me what happened the morning of school yesterday." Dr. Kang reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses, slowly pulling them on and adjusting them on the bridge of his nose,"Can you do that?"

"I..." Yoongi looked down, rubbing the palm of his hand with his index finger. He didn't realize he was nervous until he felt the warm sweat,"I took the bus and got off at the high school, then me and my best friend talked until classes started and then..." His voice trailed off.

"And then...?" Dr. Kang exaggerated. When Yoongi wouldn't answer he sighed and tried a different approach,"Tell me about your friend. What's his name?"

"Jung Hoseok." There was sadness to Yoongi's deep voice,"We've been friends since as long as I can remember."

"Jung Hoseok huh? Interesting."

"Not really..." Yoongi glared as he watched the doctor write on his clipboard.

"So he's your age? What's he look like?"

"He's a year younger then I am, 17. He has dark hair, brown eyes... why do you need a description?" Yoongi started to get frustrated and annoyed by the man's questions.

"I don't know, maybe because he doesn't exist."